St. Augustine said, "Solivitur ambulando", which means: 'it is solved by walking.'
I think sometimes;
and especially when you feel stuck;
it's good to walk.
Walk and pray.
That's the idea behind labyrinth walking.
Labyrinths have been around for centuries.
Probably as long as people have felt that they needed to walk and to talk to God.
I learned about labyrinths from Barbara Brown Taylor's exquisite book, "An Altar in The World."
So I check it out, and sure enough, there is a labyrinth near my home; at Fairhaven Park.
So I go there
not really knowing
what to expect.
At first blush it seems
nondescript.
Just a bunch of stones laid out in a pattern on the grass.
But then, who would look for God
in a barn?
Or by a well-
Or in a tomb?
"Why not a labyrinth," I ask myself.
"Why not a labyrinth," I ask myself.
Most mortals have their most significant encounters with God in ordinary spots.
Or as Barbara Brown Taylor puts it :
"Earth is so thick with divine possibility that it is a wonder we can walk anywhere without cracking our shins on altars."
So I stand at the opening and breathe a deep cleansing breath.
I take one step...
Then another.
I find myself winding along a path with 180 degree turns every so often.
Labyrinths, unlike mazes; have no dead ends.
I like that.
Because God isn't leading me on a wild goose chase...
only to snicker when I run into a block.
No, though it may be circuitous;
His path always leads
Somewhere.
I start to see how this labyrinth walk is a lot like my life.
Always moving,
but seemingly not that far
from where I started.
Mistakes
compel me
to take u-turns.
I forge ahead anyway
making slow progress.
Sometimes painfully slow.
Gradually the knots in my brain
untangle
as I weave my way
as I weave my way
back and forth.
I look over to see my husband wandering along his path.
Sometimes we're shoulder to shoulder. Sometimes far apart.
And I think about how often I worry
about where others are on their journey
instead of enjoying my own.
Sometimes I even judge others
because they're not walking
the same road as me.
And when I do that;
get so distracted by others...
I stray off my own course.
So I resolve
to pay more attention to my own path;
and a lot less to yours.
Up and back.
Back and forth.
Inching closer to
the Center.
The place of Receiving.
Believing.
Knowing.
Are you living your dream,
or somebody else's?
How on earth can we inspire
anybody
if we don't live our dreams?
Who's gonna live my dream anyway?
I think about this as I walk.
Approaching the center there are colored stones.
Blue for heaven.
Brown for earth.
In the middle
Blue for heaven.
Brown for earth.
In the middle
there's a small replica
of the labyrinth I'd just walked
which is a replica
of the life I live
which, I hope
is a replica
of the life of Christ.
which is a replica
of the life I live
which, I hope
is a replica
of the life of Christ.
I stand in the center for a little while.
Thankful for the way He leads.
The psalmist says His paths are called:
The psalmist says His paths are called:
Mercy
and
Truth
That's all I need.
And when I leave this place
I think I may have
bumped my shin
on an Altar.
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1 comment:
Beautiful post. I love to walk, I find solace in nature.
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